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there was a boy | februarie 18, 2010

ca potentialitate. pe care nu o sa ajung sa-l cunosc niciodata. pentru ca nu a reusit sa existe. in locul lui sunt eu. si nu stiu daca merit.

ieri mirosea a pipi cald in metrou. poate din cauza asta am racit. prea multa fandoseala peste tot. au inceput sa traga f multi oameni de mine, in toate partile. adica eu sunt un cadavru pe plaja si ei sunt niste racusori rosii rosii rosii si vin cu clestisorii lor de brici si incep sa traga de degete, de haine, fiecare grabindu-se la casele lor cu cate o bucata din mine. vreau sa zic, de fapt, exact ca iisus. stii?

a exclamat o proasta la un moment dat “tu nu crezi in dumnezeu, nu!?”. what. the. fuck?

ma port exact ca un psihopat, insa fara bucuriile si micile minuni ale psihopatiei adevarate. dar daca azi sunt un arhitect renumit, maine sigur voi fi un pilot de avion cu peste 3000 de ore la zbor. cad fermoarele. stii ce zic? la fel cum leoaicele, in savana, lasandu-se mangaiate de ierburile intre care si-au incordat toti muschii, devenind o sageata de carne si oase si sange, spre singurul tel pe care-l poate avea un pradator suplu si tanar in acel moment: sa-si infiga coltii in ceva viu, cald, galgaitor, piuitor.

nah, I’m just fucking with you. la cat de racit sunt o s-o ard pe depresie, ps3 si scris.

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I got your name and number, you seem kinda surprised.
Maybe it’s ’cause I can be, you know, like cold as ice.
In crowded situations I always want to go.
And if I see you leaving, I beat you to the door.
I’m gonna tell you something, you’re better than fake-wild.
I see the future.
In it, they try to kill your style, your manner, and your motives.
I’ve seen the way it goes.
So memorize my number, that’s why I got a phone.
Call me after dark.
I can make the sun rise daily right up from your landscape painting.
I will be in the front row later when your brush becomes a mic.
Maybe we could change this game forever.
Shapes our breath makes in cold weather.
They might say we’re both crazy…I’m just glad I found you, baby.
I don’t want someone telling me no-oh-oh, “you’re out of time”
I don’t mind being debated as long as you’re with me tonight.
I’m not gonna give up easy, we were made to cross the line.
I don’t want the things that we do…I don’t want to let them die.

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dragut contrastul intre versuri si gen. se potrivesc si nu chiar. de unde si contrastul. si dragut. imi plac redundantele, ma fac sa par inteligent.

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